Chapter 475: Learning from the Story, a New World

"However, when we went to see Stanley again, he had forgotten that the wind god Barbatos had appeared in front of him. Wendy erased his memory of that time."

Paimon felt it was a pity.

"What happened next..." Jiang Yi felt that something else must have happened.

"Later... Wendy, the riddler, said to meet at the old place. I searched for a long time before I realized that he was talking about the statue of the god of wind." Paimon stomped his feet when he remembered it.

"Wendy's story..." She didn't know whether she should tell it.

"You can tell me!" Wendy suddenly appeared.

"It's so scary!" Paimon was shocked.

Ying frowned as she smelled Wendy's alcohol. These past few days, Wendy was like a person who had been soaking in a jar of wine. With Jiang Yi's free supply, she drank all day long without stopping.

If I hadn't had to play Qianfeng for Jiang Yi, this life would have felt like a life of drunkenness and dream.

"Hans borrowed the name from my friend Stanley, and I... borrowed the appearance from my friend."

"About 2,600 years ago, the world had not yet been assigned to the Seven."

"Old Mondstadt is surrounded by a hurricane blown by the tyrant, and even birds cannot pass through." Wendy played the piano.

Old Mondstadt is now the Wind Dragon Ruins.

“I wasn’t like this then.”

"The Tyrant of Wind who rules that tower, Deacarrabian, the 'Devil of Tornadoes', still sits on his throne, wearing his crown."

"At that time, I was just a wisp of wind. I had no divine qualities, nor a human form..."

"I am a tiny elemental spirit in the wind, a wisp of wind that can bring a small turnaround and hope."

In the "Scroll of the Sky", it is recorded that "the wind can bring a small turn of events and hope".

Jiang Yi thought of the eulogy, it wasn't that gorgeous.

It was just an ordinary thing mixed in among the hundred thousand eulogies.

"By the way, Wendy, you didn't tell me the future story of you and that friend last time." Paimon's question made Ying hold his forehead with his hand.

Wendy's friend, of course, is the same as Stanley's...

Paimon, please stop asking too many questions!

"Oh!" Wendy mumbled, "I'm just like Hans, telling stories about friends and past adventures."

Jiang Yi, wearing the detector, looked at Wendy. He thought that Wendy should be like Hans, whose friend had been forgotten, so he sang the ancient story as a bard and in the appearance of his friend.

"Old Mondstadt", the country ruled by a tyrant.

There was a young man who was born inside a wind wall and had never seen the blue sky.

He knew how to play the piano, and in this cage, he searched for his own poems: "I want to see the birds flying."

The young man's eyes were stubborn and there was light in his pupils.

But his voice was drowned out by the whistling wind.

The tornado will only collect the hymns and leave no other sounds.

Wendy and the boy meet.

"Come with me - crush the tyrant and tear open the wind wall." One day, the boy made an invitation.

The real sky, poems and songs outside the cage...

Isn't that a desire worth fighting for?

The rapid sound of the piano brought Jiang Yiru back to that era.

The boy raised the flag of resistance, and Wendy also joined the war in pursuit of "freedom".

Countless people followed and broke through the cage.

They won victory after victory, and finally caused the throne of God to collapse, thousands of winds to be in turmoil, and all the countries to be shaken.

In the smoke, they witnessed the death of the tyrant, and in the ashes, they witnessed the collapse of the tower.

The old Mondstadt is gone, "no one sits on the throne again" and the new Mondstadt stands today.

"So, this is the poem of the God of Wind." Countless insights emerged in Jiang Yi's mind.

Of course, stories are not just for listening, but for learning something and gaining insights.

While being moved by the story, Jiang Yi saw the power of the wind in Stanley's story, "calling the true name, summoning the soul with the wind" and "the wind of memory, awakening and erasing memories."

In Wendy's story of resistance, what is understood is the poem of the wind god, which is headed by "the wind that can bring a slight turn of events and hope" and a thousand winds that help.

Rebel against tyrants, rebel against cages, fight for freedom and life.

This is a poem that commands a thousand winds.

Wendy came suddenly and left gracefully.

He was humming a song, drinking wine, and walking on the street.

"Fly, fly."

"Like a flying bird."

"See the world for me..."

"Fly to the sky for me."

That was...a song he heard from his friend.

Jiang Yi also followed Wendy.

After hearing the story, he also roughly figured out the effect of the "detector" during this period of time.

According to the memories in the game, in Xumi, knowledge, memory, dreams and other intangible but existing things can be extracted, visualized and transmitted.

Imaginary friends come from children’s rich imagination, active and free thinking, and adults’ obsession.

Strong, radiating emotions and desires, like mindscapes, can be observed.

However, the introverted emotions and desires of most adults are difficult to see.

This detector "detects thoughts and emotions" and is also a superficial form of mind reading.

"With my soul power, mindscape power, and alchemy, sword intent, and other emotional perceptions and sensitivity, I should be able to...see without any equipment."

"To read the powerful emotions of fantasy, love and hate."

Jiang Yi took off the detector that had been scanned with his mental power. His eyes became hazy and ethereal, like a scene, reflecting people's hearts, thoughts and fantasies.

Ordinary people's thoughts fluctuate, their mental energy emanates, and their thinking fluctuates.

The fluctuations are weak and difficult to observe.

But if it is strong enough, it can be observed and read by things.

This is the power of the grass element.

Wood represents the liver, the liver improves eyesight, and wood represents the five elements of grass, wind, and thunder.

People’s thoughts are also information.

Jiang Yi looked at the child. The world in front of him was colorful. Those were the elements.

That is the element of perception.

With a little bit of meditation, your perception moves to another level and you begin to sense the emotions emitted by people.

This seeing uses the eyes, but it is not really the eyes, it should be said that it is the eyes of the heart.

A heart without many distractions, full of the innocence of a child.

This is probably why some people cannot see their children’s imaginary friends even if they wear a “detector”.

People who have distracting thoughts in their minds and have lost their innocent imagination cannot gain a sufficiently harmonious perception and enter the wonderful world of peeking into the inner world of others.

"I saw it, an imaginary friend." Jiang Yi was delighted as he looked at the extra presence around the child.

A new world unfolds before his eyes.

In the future, this technique will gradually become mind-reading.